Duck Butter

The sex was good but the delirious lesbian mumblecore didn't leave a lasting impression.

The director, Miguel Arteta (who co-wrote the script with Shawkat), finds no symbolic dimension or wider resonance in the schematic proceedings.

What a feat for Shawkat in particular -- her myriad creative strengths are exemplified here, and I'm so excited for whatever she does next.

Like its characters, Duck Butter is imperfect, but unlike human objects of our affection, it's attractive despite its flaws rather than because of them.

It feels like we're seeing the director's cut of an IKEA commercial.

An instant classic... a truly fresh and modern relationship movie, a portrait of two women who collide, spectacularly, for a moment in time.

Duck Butter only succeeds in making its characters feel uncomfortably trapped in a pact of their own making.

Both Costa and Shawkat have intoxicating chemistry that makes the film worth watching. However... even though the story is intentionally simplistic, it still doesn't have much payoff by the end.

Duck Butter is an odd movie, anchored and made great by sincere and painful writing, as well as two superb, often quite funny and raw performances that are among the bravest I've seen so far this year.

The movie is almost entirely conceptual. It's not one for the history books. Still, it left such a warm spot of admiration in my heart after it was all said and done.